Well some things have come into focus here since I last had time to write. Not a ton of things, but a few bits that have made life make a little more sense.
I forget which day and when. I think it was the 20th? Maybe the 19th? Anyway, we mounted a pretty intense search of the woods in the back of campus to try and find out where what when why and how the fuck that little girl was able to move about so easily. The first few items discovered were key. We found a twenty foot length of rope with a small anchor attached to it. It must’ve been taken from one of the rowboats down on the waterfront. The anchor and rope combination were being used by the girl as a makeshift grappling hook to get over the rear gate.
This makes her strange appearance much more sensible you see. If she scaled the gate, which really isn’t all that much of a feat with some rope, when she dropped down on the outside, her body would literally just “appear” on the camera, as if she materialized. Two of the guys tested the trick the other night, and it’s spot on. She could free the rope with a fairly good tug, and she slipped away to stash the rope in that batch of rocks where we found her.
From there, the team found a path worn through the woods that ran for about three miles. Littered along the way they found wrappers and boxes of the food we were missing. They didn’t collect all the trash, but from what Joel and Blake were saying, it was a dead match for what I felt we were missing. Jenna was very pleased to hear that. Turns out our own people were not thieves, just some random little girl from the woods.
So anyhoo, we tracked the string of garbage back to a hunting cabin on a road to nowhere. It’s apparently an access road that leads to some power lines. Probably a road used by hunters and the utility people to get into the area where the large power lines are. They found the cabin, and breached it.
Inside were the bodies of two adults, one male, one female. Spread around the corpses were dried up flowers, and pictures of a family that the girl was a member of. I haven’t visited the cabin yet, but they say the girl is in all the pictures. Blake said the bodies were mostly skeletal, but still had some juicy bits, which means that cabin was ripe. He also said that the mother appeared to have bite marks on her, and the father had a large wound to the head that was probably done with an axe or shovel. Mom looked to have been hit in the head with same weapon.
I never worked as a CSI, but I’d say somehow dad went ape shit, bit mom, and mom put him down with a garden weasel or something. That leaves our poor girl twisting in the wind after she has to brain her own fucking mom to stay alive.
The cabin did not look recently lived in. There was no available heat, though there was a woodstove (which we will be removing and transporting back here immediately) and there was no food stored there. It appeared that the girl had been visiting there, like it was some kind of memorial for her parents. The guys grabbed a few changes of clothes for the girl (which was a waste, because they are all ripped and torn to crap) and they headed out. At the cabin on exit they engaged two zombies that had shambled into the area. Drawn by noise or perhaps movement.
What that tells me is the girl was living here on campus. I wonder where? We searched the FUCK out of this place the other day looking for food, and found nothing. We are planning a search of outlying areas on campus where she might’ve been able to hide a tent or something. I think she was living inside the walls. I wonder if we trapped her inside with us when we were building?
Hard to say. Operating on some theory here.
Something that I am also wondering, is that if she is connected to the small groups of undead that we keep finding in random spots on the wall? Remember the other day Mr. Journal when I had to engage what? Five at the rear gate? I wonder if she had made noise outside the wall, and led them back here where they would just stand like dumb shits and wait for her. We see them first, take them down, and the girl is free to come and go as she pleases again. It makes a LOT of sense to me.
I don’t know if it explains the group of undead Abby found near Hall E fully, but if Abby did really see this chick round the corner of the dorm, and saw some undead at the wall at the same spot, then there is a damn good chance the two facts are connected.
Sigh. More questions I suppose.
School is up and running. Michelle has been preoccupied with dealing with our new guest, and as a result, despite her being in charge of the school, she’s spending less time there than she should. She’s handed much of the teaching off to the aides, Melissa and Kim. They’re teaching basics that are age appropriate, and they’ve enlisted the kids in fun teaching activities like cooking, and making bracelets and stuff out of the endless fucking craft supplies here on campus. I was given three bracelets today, and Melissa told me to expect much more. I’m wearing all three. I think it’s important to validate the work these kids did, and frankly, they’re pretty cool. Very colorful.
We’ve already begun the work on constructing the towers. Waiting for a few days was a good idea as it let the wood we’d been cutting down cure and dry. We were out of the good stuff anyway, and the few days of rest was nice. Good on the carpenter’s blisters, and it saved some backs from some sore nights.
We are clear cutting a dirt road/path down to the water front. We’ll need to yank up some large rocks in the woods to make it clean and smooth, but the path is a necessity. We are building a tower that overlooks the lake so we have less of a blindspot there, and we need a path/road to get to the tower easily. In addition, there is a lot of land that is going to be converted before long to farmland, and we might as well start clearing some of it now. I’m thinking there will be enough wood to build the tower at the end of the road by the time we clear the way. Of course, we need a few days for that wood to cure, so giving us a respite from building is a good thing.
Another problem that will crop up we are now kind of fucked over is the fact that we are not using pressure treated lumber. These towers won’t last for shit without stain or paint, and now it’s too cold to paint. It won’t dry, it’ll just fucking freeze.
Soooo… in our infinite wisdom we may have built towers that are predestined to just fall over in the spring. If they last until then, we’ll be stoked, and we’ll do something to make the wood last a hell of a lot longer. Worst case scenario we will rebuild them with salvaged phone poles, which last forever. They are toxic as fuck to handle though, and I’m sure we’ll be sacrificing some kind of health to do that.
Breaking eggs to make omelets and such.
Not much else. Undead traffic at campus has been nil, and that’s nice. Since we took our guest into custody there have been no zombies at strange points on the wall, and there have been no accounts of missing food, or strange phantoms on the video feeds.
All seems to have settled. Famous last words…
Oh, and I forgot. In the cabin on the dead bodies as well as on the tables the guys found some personal information. The parents were Aaron and Charlene Shorey, and the girl we currently have in Hall C, periodically trying to bite everyone that comes near her is named Syliva.
Now if we can just get her to remember her name, and act like the girl she was before the world took her parents from her…
I think I’m going to saddle up for some outside the wall runs. I need the adrenaline rush, and I need to shake the case of the pussies I’ve come down with. The only reason we aren’t talking about a dead girl is because I didn’t have the balls to pull the trigger when I had her dead to rights. I guess sometimes I’m lucky. On a normal night, that kid would’ve been stitched head to toe with 5.56 and I’d be drinking myself into oblivion trying to stop hating myself for having done it.
I’ve got a strange kind of luck.